I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

"No, no, no! We are not sick and do not need your treatment!"

"This profiteer is clearly trying to torture us! Is there anyone around who can help report this to the police?"

"Hurry, officer!"

Amidst the miserable cries of the father and son, Jiang Yuan sneered repeatedly:

"Haha! Not sick? You've developed paranoia, and you still say you're not sick?"

"Don't you think about it? I run a good restaurant and have no worries about food and clothing. Why would I murder you? Am I just looking for trouble because I have nothing better to do?"

"It's all because I'm kindhearted and will treat you for free. Zhao Kai, I'll leave these two guys to you."

Zhao Kai rubbed his fists and walked over: "Don't worry, sir, but the treatment plan hasn't been announced yet."

"Isn't he prone to fainting? In my opinion, he's too comfortable on weekdays. Give them some excitement."

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he walked straight towards the second patient. Under the guidance of Wang Gang and others, the man had already drunk a lot of wine. When he saw Jiang Yuan coming, he immediately started yelling.

"Shopkeeper, I'm fine. I'm fine now. I'm not sick anymore."

"That's right, we are already well, we are really not sick anymore, boss."

The remaining three people all screamed desperately, fearing that they would be tortured again later.

"Oh?" Jiang Yuan feigned surprise as he looked at them, puzzled. "That's not right. How can you say someone is sick and then they're sick? Are you saying whether someone is sick or not just a matter of words?"

"If you don't come up with a convincing explanation today, I'm afraid your treatment will have to continue."

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, the four of them turned pale instantly.

How could they not know whether they were sick or not?

But if he continues to be treated like this, even if he doesn't die, he will probably get seriously ill.

The four of them were silent for a while, and the patient who was forced to drink the unknown yellow liquid was the first to stand up.

If the treatment methods of the first and third persons were just physical pain that could be endured by gritting one's teeth, then his was a double torture of the mind and body.

"I, I have something to say."

Almost at the same time, the person who was fed slop also stood up.

"I'll tell you everything. I'm not sick. I really am not sick!"

Jiang Yuan looked at them with interest: "Well, since you insist on talking, then I will give you this opportunity. Tell me, what is going on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man who stood up first immediately pointed a trembling finger at Feng Kelai opposite him.

"This, this is all what Fatty Zhao from Fengkelai asked me to do. He said that if I could cause a scene at your door, he would give me 100 taels of silver."

"I was blinded by money and made a mistake. I'm really not sick and don't need treatment. I'm really not sick."

Seeing that someone had already explained the reason, the others sold Feng Kelai out without hesitation.

"That's right, boss, it's not our fault. It was Fatty Zhao from Fengkelai who told us to do this. We're really not sick!"

Although he had already guessed it, Jiang Yuan still looked furious.

"What? This Feng Kelai is really going too far. Seeing that our store is doing well, he wants to use these despicable means to force me to close down. Is there any justice in this? It's simply unacceptable!"

"How could he plot against us so selfishly? Closing Zuijiangyue is a small matter, but the key is that from now on there will no longer be merchants as conscientious as us bringing fine wine to our guests."

"When I think of this, my heart can't stop trembling!"

"He's not trying to shut us down. He's clearly trying to make it so that you can't find a place as good as this in the future and have to spend your money at Fengkelai instead, so he can profit hugely from it. He might just be using some shoddy stuff to fill the void."

Jiang Yuan cried and shouted, tears streaming down his face. For a moment, the customers around him became excited.

"Damn it! Fatty Zhao is such a jerk!"

"Damn! Their plan is so far-reaching! If it weren't for Shopkeeper Zui Jiangyue's analysis, I would still be in the dark!"

"Brothers! This Feng Kelai actually wants to harm our health. This is simply too much, really too much!"

"Smash his shop! Make him close down!"

Several voices came from somewhere in the crowd, and everyone immediately responded.

"That's right! Smashed his store!"

"Brothers, for our future health and for justice! Charge!"

In an instant, hundreds of guests rushed towards Feng Kelai, which scared the doorman standing at the door silly.

Why the hell did he just rush over here when we were talking so nicely?

For a moment, the two doormen were confused. Should they take action or not?

If we don't take action and let them rush in, the entire Fengke Lai might be smashed to pieces.

But if we take action, these are all guests. If it gets out, won’t Fengkelai’s reputation be ruined?

However, just as the two were lost in thought, a guy holding a brick suddenly rushed out from the crowd and knocked them unconscious without giving them any chance to react.

"For justice! Brothers, charge!"

The guy holding the brick roared at Fengkelai, and the people behind him rushed forward and smashed everything they saw. In the blink of an eye, the originally luxuriously decorated Fengkelai instantly turned into a garbage dump.

The guy who rushed out first, laughed, threw away the brick in his hand, and ran back to Jiang Yuan quickly.

"Boy, did I do a good job, huh?"

"Brother Yong really understands what I mean!" Jiang Yuan smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Chen Liu's eyes rolled, and he immediately asked, "What about me selling myself to you a few days ago?"

Ever since Jiang Yuan bought him from that young man, Chen Liu was very reluctant to acknowledge him, but he could not resist Duanmu Yuanchen's insistence that everything should be reasonable. Once it was bought, it was bought. People have spent money, so you must be worthy of the ten taels of silver.

"Okay, okay, we're brothers." Jiang Yuan turned around and looked at Feng Kelai with a smile.

The furious crowd had already smashed the first floor and was rushing to the second floor.

"If I wasn't afraid of someone getting burned and causing a big problem, you might as well burn down your store. It's really a bargain for you!" Jiang Yuan snorted coldly and ignored him.

Feng Ke Lai, on the third floor, by the window, two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin, were sitting quietly by the window.

"Old Zhao, listen to the noise, it's about to hit you, can you still sit still?" The thin man looked at Fatty Zhao with a dry mouth.

Fatty Zhao suddenly laughed, revealing a row of gold teeth and a face full of trembling flesh.

"What are you afraid of? They can't get up to the third floor."

The thin man was relieved when he saw Fatty Zhao's confident look, but he soon became worried again: "That's not right, Old Zhao, are there people on the two floors below? How much money will it cost!"

"Hehehe!" Fatty Zhao smiled meaningfully, and his eyes glanced lightly at Jiang Yuan at the door of Zui Jiangyue below.

"Wouldn't it be better if someone was willing to spend money to help us redecorate?"

The thin man seemed to suddenly understand and showed an expression of belated realization.

"I see, Old Zhao, you really have a good plan!"

As the thin man finished speaking, there was a sudden shaking under his feet, and Fatty Zhao's face became visibly panicked.

"What's going on? Are they going to demolish the house?"

At the same time, Jiang Yuan at Zui Jiangyue's door showed a shocked expression.

"Holy shit! It's shaking!"